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3 u8 _) I% t1 X" t0 o: X0 Q& }& iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 y+ L$ ]7 {0 Y; C2 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 A1 [7 N7 B2 W1 r5 R2 L; a9 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& I s& U( ^$ {# t2 o; w. s( y" y7 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ h. _! b, d! V0 B$ Y l `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- f$ A0 z% v/ J* g7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
* g2 M" x; |8 Q& f2 N3 }How you tried to set them free,
) o# B$ v2 A6 ]- x# HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 B) O5 w7 J' L5 m& y/ _- VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" b; ~+ {0 G+ ~/ NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! w# J& V5 X5 T( \8 ~4 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * i9 r4 f; c @/ W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 j' @3 M; ]5 z3 C, i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * V1 W% i2 o) W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H) Y; I; c: ?8 l; K3 \ |1 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 c4 y8 M* l. t% |6 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( l, B+ n9 y' E+ }) B' f0 U' S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! {0 s& x2 E1 ~+ g" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, N6 g: b* W9 t4 l: o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: U+ E/ C% R D y: [- {. pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ q* l$ i+ w5 j" p0 ^% V8 {* L B+ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' d J) k5 e3 ~. l" [7 m# ~
9 V' d1 v4 A( a: Z4 K7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( O0 A I# Y% j2 B* `" s. z: s
How you suffered for you sanity,0 L1 C4 z4 h5 E6 ~) d+ B* H
How you tried to set them free,
, H9 k7 t4 O6 T; W" A3 `; J2 r# {They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 X( _3 f9 j( }0 w) JPerhaps they never will. |
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